Y’all – I completely embarrassed myself.
My phone, Svetlana, hates me. She sends auto-corrected texts that get me in trouble, eats voicemails and erases texts before I see them. PIC is usually the recipient of her wrath. PIC laughs about it and doesn’t judge. My mortifying moment? Not to PIC. Rather, it’s a guy I’d rather love to impress.
Note: I’m not sure what name to give this guy, but I have a feeling he’s going to be in the blog more often. Until I come up with a real name for him, we’ll stick with B.
I was working on a work project and mentioned the lack of office equipment I had to do my job. And then it all went to hell.
Me: I miss my awesome orifice equipment…
B: What equipment did you have for your orifice?
Me: Idk…a faster printer for one
silence for a moment, then I read what I texted
Me: Oh no! I’m sorry! I meant office!!! Damn Svetlana!
B: Hahaha. It’s ok, I enjoyed it.
So blogland, B is officially in the “I was attacked by Svetlana” club. I think I should make t-shirts. My friends should get something out of the deal right?
Back to work I go…. with shoddy orifice equipment.